A Dying Breath
The burning field is dying still defiled.
A brimstone spirit lingering between
The sun is painted war-like, spreading wild
the phlegmy billows swallowing the greens.
A brimstone spirit lingering between
the sibyl sky proclaiming Kingdom come
The phlegmy billows swallowing the greens:
An agape of pills and nicotine gum.
The sibyl sky proclaiming Kingdom come
A fattened calf impatient for the knife
An agape of pills and nicotine gum
Your sulphur spirit struggling for life
A fattened calf impatient for the knife
You and I are guaranteed our dying
Your sulphur spirit struggling for life
And waiting for the final smoky sighing
You and I are guaranteed our dying
The hospital we wait in steals your last breath,
the waiting, and the final smoky sighing
above the six foot abyss in the dry earth.
The hospital we wait in steals your last breath
and evening rudely taunts us in our cell.
Above the six foot abyss in the dry earth
the land seems little different than Hell.
And evening rudely taunts us in our cell.
The sun is painted warlike, spreading wild.
This land seems little different than Hell,
the burning field dying still defiled.
Tue Feb 22, 2011 3:23 am